When I was young, my brother’s friend treated me kindly, almost like a little sister. He was ten years older than me, and his presence at our house was normal and familiar. The years passed, and I grew up. One day, I ran into him by chance after I had become a young woman. I was no longer the little girl he remembered... and he wasn’t quite how I remembered him either.

He was holding a small keychain, a gift for me, but it slipped from my hand as he handed it over. We both bent down to pick it up, and when our fingers touched, the world seemed to freeze. I lifted my eyes to him... he was already looking at me, as if the entire world had disappeared, leaving only the two of us.

Days went by, and we grew closer, until love quietly settled between us—undeniable, real. We became engaged. My life was now split between two cities: my university town, and my family’s home.

One day, as I was returning to my dormitory, I walked through the university campus holding his hand, feeling safe and content. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my brother.

In an angry voice, he said: — "Do you know where I am right now? I’m watching a girl holding hands with a guy and strolling around as if it’s nothing!